our unsleepable friend gets the message on an ill wind-- all your friends and your foes would rather die than have to touch you.
iwdrm:
“Why do you smile that way? l never know if you’re judging me, absolving me or mocking me.” 8½ (1963)
“Why do you smile that way? l never know if you’re judging me, absolving me or mocking me.”
8½ (1963)
(via genepitney)
Story of a life.